Elegy of Time’s Embrace

The future is dead, and follows my past. A living corpse of years to hours. Like water my life flows into nothing, but what it’s shape to be, becoming disarranged when left alone.

Following the minutes to seconds. Lost to the sound of waves, the water burns my eyes, filling the tub where I lay.

Avoid of everything and nothing. A deafening silence a blue Freezing when the second count, 321.

Falling into times murky lakes of what could’ve been. Wasting time believing, killing those who wished, giving life to those who drowned.